My heart skips a beat
when I see you.
If only I would have the nerve
to tell you how I feel.
I would tell you that,
you are the air that I breath,
the sight of my eyes,
and the beat to my heart.
Confessing my love
could make you walk away,
and it hurts me deep inside to think
that you might leave.
You have somebody
that shares your life,
your hopes and dreams.
So I rather keep my love to myself,
and let my heart skip a beat,
when I see you.
Marie G. Adame Copyright 2009
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